Something About the Rain
PART III
It was late, but I wasn’t surprised to find him in my room as I stood on the balcony looking out at the manmade stars of the city. He hadn’t earned the reputation of Assassin for nothing. The city lights reflected in his eyes as the rest of him played hide-and-seek with the shadows of the house. He looked...fragile...but, I reminded myself, looks could be deceiving. Everything glistened now that the rain had stopped--at least for now. I leaned into the soft breeze and let it play with my hair. I didn't have the courage to go back into the room just yet; couldn't shake the feeling that if I moved too fast something fragile would be broken.
"When I left earlier, I had every intention of not seeing you again."
I turned slowly, gave him my full attention as he stood in the doorway. The breeze that had teased me just moments before now took its turn with him; made his coat snap violently back and forth.
"Sharpshot--"
"I'm not good for you, you know?" he said cutting me off.
"You're not bad for me, either," I said quietly and was rewarded with a small laugh.
"You," he shook his head, "amaze me, but it's just not that easy."
"Hm," I turned back to the city, "When was the last time I was given something easy?"
"Exactly," I jumped when he came up behind me, placed his hands outside of mine as they gripped the railing, locking me in a pseudo embrace. "That's why I’m giving it to you now."
I tried to turn and I was pushed, not roughly, but firmly into the railing, preventing any movement. I tensed, surprised that he had chosen to get that close, then closed my eyes in anticipation of what would happen next.
"When your father first hired me I followed you--watched you to find the best way, the best time to kill you," he whispered in my ear and I shivered, "but there was something...different about you," his lips brushed just behind my ear, "I tried to ignore it. I had a job to do...but I couldn’t do it--didn‘t want to do it," his hands left the railing, went under my shirt and I bit my lip to keep quiet as he drew nonsense designs across my chest, "then your sister gave me reason not to," I drew in a breath as his hands moved lower, then moaned as his fingers barely dipped below my waist, teasing, "Tonight I finally figured out what that 'something' was, but I'm not the one to be giving it to. It wouldn‘t be right," he said as he tilted my head up and kissed me, lingering this time, "You are...so heartbreakingly sweet," he said against my lips, more to himself than to me, "I can’t be with you. You should be with someone who is worthy of you."
"But you are worthy..." I started to say as he finally let me turn around, "...of me," I finished, but he was already gone.
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What time was it? When did the rain get so hard?
I didn't remember leaving the window open when I came home--actually I hadn't left the window open. So why was I getting wet? A little late, instinct told me that something wasn't right; tried to move, but my legs were pinned. What the fuck! From practice I grabbed my gun and shoved it in the face of the intruder before I even had my eyes fully opened. Violet eyes stared back at me. I lowered my gun. Dreaming, I had to be dreaming, I thought, scared that the ghost of my dreams had decided to haunt me even when I was awake.
"Kenny?" I asked and the head that belonged to those eyes shook from side to side, like a dog, sending drops of water raining down on me. It was definitely the creature in the flesh, and for no other reason than feeling like an ass for being caught off guard, I flipped him, pinned him by his shirt to the bed.
"What the fuck are you doing! I could have blown your fuckin’ head off!" I yelled in his face.
He looked at me in all seriousness, "Don't think I survived my father’s attempts at killing me because I'm lucky," he looked at the opened window, "after a while...you pick up a few things," he looked back at me.
I let him go and stared. Shit. Who was this person? He bit his bottom lip, an action, I noted that made little butterflies dance some kind of crazy ass jig in my stomach, but he was back to being Kenny. I closed my eyes and swallowed, "You shouldn’t be here." His eyes lowered, lifted quickly and the tell-tale signs of a blush could be seen even in the room’s dim light.
"What?"
His eyes damn near glowed as he took a small breath, "I g-guess that solves the question of boxers or briefs."
"Wha--Shit!" in my anger I had forgotten I was just in my boxers. I looked down at myself. Since he was soaked and had been sitting on me, my boxers had been soaked and were now plastered to my skin. You could see everything. I stood up quickly, grabbed the sheets from the bed which made him drop to the floor. I wrapped them around my waist, held them bunched behind my back.
"That," he stood up, looking at me through wet bangs, "just made it worse."
I caught him when he jumped.
He was a small mass of arms and legs as he wrapped around me, buried his face in my neck. I was surprised when we hit the floor, when everything became suddenly still, and so...quiet. I looked at the ceiling, felt a sense of deja vu, and what happened to the rain that was just pounding before? I should have moved, was even now way too aware of his small body huddled on me, his breath warm on my skin--No. He had to go. I raised a shaky hand toward him, "Kenny--"
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